Author's Note: Hello everyone! This is my first Suits fic and I am more than excited to share it with you guys. I'm still debating if I'm going to take it to a Marvey slash level or leave it as a bromance of sorts. I'm a fan of either really, though I do love the angst of the romantic build up so we'll see. If I continue it there will probably be a rating bump. I wouldn't say I ship Mike and Harvey totally because I do ship Donna and Harvey as well…okay, let's face it, I'm just a Harvey addict lol. But come on, who isn't? Anywho, go ahead and take glance around this pretty little plot bunny and let me know what you think!

Mike Ross grabbed a T-shirt turned rag and started doing a quick wipe down of the apartment he had just finished buying and furnishing with his bonus check Harvey had so graciously bestowed upon him. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect for when his grandmother, his caretaker, his last little piece of family, came to look at her new home. Of course, he had hired two in home nurses to take care of her round the clock; there was no way he was going to leave her on her own ever again.

Just as Mike rounded the corner to the living room, he heard a soft knock on the front door. He set the decorative bowl down on the table and spun to turn the knob.

"Grammy, you're going to love this…Harvey?" Mike was stunned to silence seeing Harvey standing on the other side of the door, impeccably dressed in his navy pin stripped Tom Ford as per usual. Except this wasn't usual. There was a look on the older man's face that Mike had never seen before. Something that made his heart leap to his throat and beat at a furious pace.

"Harvey what are you doing here? If this is to prove to Grammy that you're not a hard ass you don't-"

Harvey held up a finely manicured hand and cut him off; all while taking three steps in to the apartment and shutting the door behind him.

"Mike, I…" Harvey let out a loud sigh and ran a hand over his striking face, leaving it rest on his mouth as his eyes met Mike's. The look of confused fear he saw in those blue orbs nearly made him choke with his own feeling. But he kept himself in check. Even now, he couldn't let Mike see that he cared. If he did, it would ruin him. Taking in a deep breath, Harvey forced himself on.

"Mike, after you left, someone kept calling the office for you. They eventually got ahold of Donna and she patched them through to me. It was the nursing home. "

Pure dread etched itself in his young features. Mike gave a quick shake of his head, as if trying to clear it and looked at Harvey, his eyes both daring and begging him to continue.

"It's your grandmother. She…she passed away." Harvey felt his throat tighten with the last three words and had to swallow hard, his eyes never leaving Mike's face. Mike on the other hand tore his eyes away from Harvey's as they filled with tears and he grabbed the mantle to steady himself.

"But she never even got to see this place" He rasped out between quickening breaths. He felt his knees weaken and he started to fall before he even totally realized what was happening. Just before he hit the ground, he felt a strong pair of arms wrap around his waist and hold him steady. Without thinking twice, Mike wrapped his arms around Harvey and buried his face in to the sturdy chest, the smell of expensive cologne invading his senses as he shook with sobs.

Harvey stiffened with the sudden contact but didn't push Mike away. Instead he felt the knot in his throat squeeze again and he tightened his arms around the smaller man and leaned his own cheek down to rest on the top of Mike's head. This was all too foreign to him. He wasn't a compassionate man by any means, but there was something about the kid that made it damn near impossible not to feel. Mike's cries shook Harvey to the core, and brought about memories of the day Donna had told him about his father. Quietly, Harvey shed a couple tears in to Mike's hair for his dad. He had never really given himself proper time to grieve. Instead he had buried himself in work and attempted to ignore the situation, leaving the funeral planning to his brother while making the feeble offer to foot the bill. Harvey closed his eyes and tightened his arms around Mike's shoulders, hoping he was offering the support needed. The support he wished someone would have forced upon him five years ago.

A few minutes later, Mike slowly pulled his arms from around Harvey and stepped back, bringing his hands to his eyes and wiping at his tears. Harvey quickly did the same, praying it would go unnoticed. Smoothing out his silk tie, Harvey clenched his jaw when he heard Mike clear his throat. Reluctantly he looked up at the younger man, afraid of what he might see in his face. Harvey half expected to see cockiness in those usually playful eyes, and a snarky comment on his lips about 'caring'. But all he saw was complete and utter devastation, and it nearly brought Harvey to his knees. Carefully keeping his face neutral, he cleared his own throat and finally broke the deafening silence.

"Do you want a ride home? Ray is parked out front with the SUV and I can have him strap your bike to the rack."

Mike looked at his boss wearily for a moment, wanting to say no thank you and just take his bike and ride wherever. Maybe even in to oncoming traffic. If he got hit by a passing cab, there was a chance he would actually be able to feel something right now instead of the terrifying numbness. Mike let out a long sigh and nodded his head in spite of his thoughts. Judging by the look on Harvey's face, all that idea would get him was an ass chewing for having to miss more work than necessary.

"Okay." Was all Harvey's smooth, purely masculine voice said as he, much to Mike's surprise, held out an arm for him to step in to as they walked out the door. The weight of the refined suit coated muscled arm on his shoulders only added to the almost crippling weight already there brought by the last twenty minutes. He let Harvey shut and lock the apartment door and then steer him down the hall and out in to the blinding light and terribly noisy street. He glanced up at the curb and saw his bike already atop the roof of the Escalade, Ray standing ready to open the back passenger door. Harvey must have told him to go ahead and get it ready before he even came in to the building. The usual indignant scoff Mike would have given the man beside him was suppressed by an overwhelming sense of gratefulness. He wasn't sure when Harvey had become so understanding of him, but he certainly wasn't going to argue.

The ride to Mike's apartment felt like it took thirty seconds instead of the actual twenty minutes it was. It was spent in silence, Harvey's knee gently but firmly resting against Mike's while they both stared out the windows. One man's mind planning the next 24 hours, the other's completely shut down, which was no mean feat for Mike considering his genius. Harvey told Ray to go ahead and take a break as they pulled up outside the leaning brick building.

Once again Harvey put his arm around Mike's shoulders and led him through the doors and in to the elevator, removing it only once they arrived and Mike had to pull out his keys. Mike unlocked the door and walked in to his tiny kitchen. He couldn't even find it in him to be embarrassed by the dishes in the sink and the papers and yellow highlighters littering nearly every surface from work. He stopped moving once his feet hit the rug that formed the line between kitchen and living room, his crystal blue eyes staring through the dirty glass window beside the TV. His heart felt like it was in a vice grip. Hell, his whole damn chest did. It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. And it all came from one almost unbearable truth: Grammy was gone.

It wasn't until he heard the locks on the door clicking that he realized Harvey had followed him inside. Jerked from his thoughts, Mike turned to see the lawyer hanging his suit jacket on the coat rack and continue to roll up his sleeves and loosen his tie. There were really no words to describe seeing the great Harvey Specter, in all his hard assed glory, standing in his kitchen looking tired. Not arrogant, not charming, just...tired.

Harvey sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day and looked at Mike, his warm brown eyes locking on to blue, and he had to look away fast before he caved and pulled his associate in to another soul baring hug.

"Are you hungry? I can order pizza?" Harvey said quietly, looking everywhere but at the reason he was there.

Mike shook his head in disbelief. He wanted to tell Harvey to go home, that he could take care of himself. But the words just wouldn't come. For some seemingly odd and perhaps twisted reason, Harvey just being there gave him so much more comfort then he ever thought possible. And the fact that he didn't know how long it would last devastated him even further. He ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair and looked at the floor.

"Thanks but I think I'm just going to hop in the shower and lay down. This is all a little...just…" He trailed off, not able to put words to how he was feeling.

Harvey gave a short nod, letting him know he understood. Mike hesitated a few seconds longer before walking in to his bedroom and shutting the door behind him.

It was nearly an hour later when Mike emerged from his room, hair wet from the scorchingly hot shower. He started making his way towards the kitchen to get a glass of water when he was stopped in his tracks by the sight of Harvey asleep on his couch, an untouched pizza box resting on the battered coffee table. Despite his inner despair, Mike felt the corners of his lips twitch up as he stared at his sleeping boss; his normally stern, handsome face looked relaxed and almost boyish in his sleep. Mike felt a familiar tug in his heart as he watched, and was suddenly very confused by it. That specific tug was reserved for Rachel, or Jenny, or on occasion Donna. But never Harvey.

As if he could feel Mike's gaze on him, Harvey's eyes opened and for a moment were gentle in a way that gave Mike chills. Quickly realizing where he was, Harvey sat up and ran a hand through his hair.

"I, uh...I didn't listen and ordered pizza anyway. If you're feeling up to it help yourself." He said, waving a dismissed hand at the box in front of him.

Mike caught a whiff of the pizza and the smell alone made his stomach knot. He violently shook his head and immediately regretted it from the look of disdain that filled Harvey's face.

"You need to eat." Harvey spoke in his stern voice. Mike swallowed down the lump in his throat and nodded once.

"And I will just not…not right now. I don't think it would stay down anyway." Harvey clenched his jaw but let out a reluctant breath. Mike turned back towards the kitchen and filled a glass with water. Once he returned to the living room, he was met with the form of Harvey hunched over with his head resting in his hands.

"I'm um…gonna head to sleep I think. I'm kinda drained and shit. Feel free to stay however long you want though." The last part was rushed; he didn't want Harvey to think he was kicking him out. The oddness of it not being lost on him either.

Harvey looked up at his associate with laugh lines around his eyes, though the amusement didn't quite make it to his lips. He silently stood and walked over to Mike, bringing a hand to rest on the younger man's skinny shoulder.

"Get some rest Mike. You look like hell."

For the second time in five minutes the corners of Mike's mouth twitched up in a halfhearted grin. Only this man could make fun of him under these circumstances and still manage to get him to smile.

"Aye Aye Captain." Harvey squeezed Mike's shoulder and rolled his eyes.

"I'll cut you some slack for using Trek again but next time, come up with some better shit will ya?"

Mike's grin grew a fraction and he shook his head. Without another word, he turned and walked back in to his bedroom and shut the door.

Harvey let out yet another sigh and dug in his pocket for his phone. He had some arrangements to make and he was going to need Donna's help.

AN: Still deciding if I should continue or leave as a oneshot. What do ya'll think? Reviews are food for my muse!